Taking Over Ximen Qing's Body, Tormenting Pan Jinlian with Love

The night my wife poisoned me, I woke up. In Ximen Qing’s body. In my own bed. In her arms. Her hand clutched my back, her nails digging into my flesh. She called me “Dear Sir” in a tearful voice. In ten years of marriage, I’d never heard her speak like that. She wanted to marry into a wealthy family. I let her. She wanted a life of luxury. I gave it to her. She wanted a husband who knew the ways of love. Ximen Qing’s body remembered them all. She didn’t know who was living inside it. No rush. My revenge begins in this bed.